Chapter 95

Ray glares at me as if that’smy fault, too. “What?” I ask, standing. “I didn’t say it. How much milk is left?”

“You didn’t haveto say it,” Ray mutters, and before I can say anything else, he tips his head back and guzzles down what’s left in the carton.

Milk courses down the corners of his mouth like cum, trickles down his chin, down his throat. He’s watching me stare at him, and I swear the corners of his lips are pulled into a faint smile, he’senjoyingthis. “There better be another carton in there,” I tell him, pissed. “Hell, Ray, I was being nice.”

“All gone,” he says, wiping his arm across his mouth. He isgrinning, the fucker.

A dozen scenes flit through my mind, me pinning him to the fridge, cramming that damn carton down his throat…my hands curl into fists just picturing the pain I could cause him. “That was damn rude,” I growl.